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"Why? Did she want to eat them all by herself?"
"No, Roman. She was mad because they didn't leave any for you."
You can’t truly understand yourself until you’ve lived many lives.
What teachers and professors never told her was about the dark side of finding your purpose. The part where it consumes you. Where it becomes a destroyer of relationships and happiness.
"Suit yourself. But whatever you do or don't do, sweetheart, do it for yourself. Don't choose a mediocre life for a mediocre man. Go be exceptional. If he's worth it, he won't judge you. And if he's really the one, he'll come along for the ride."
"You look awful," he said. '"Are you sick?"
"I am sick with working of my thoughts," I said, before I could stop myself.
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"You are determined to tell me, and I'm ready to hear you," he replied.
I think man ought to have faith or ought to seek a faith, or else his life is empty, empty…. To live and not to understand why cranes fly; why children are born; why there are stars in the sky…. You’ve got to know what you are living for or else it is all nonsense and a waste
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In the same way, you won’t notice Moscow when you live in it. We have no happiness and never do, we only long for it.
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"Oh, man. Neil, you clean up good. Can I say that, or is that
against the rules? Just—damn. Aaron, don't let me get too drunk
tonight."
Andrew stopped by Nicky long enough to pull a pack of
cigarettes out of his pocket. He lit one, never mind that the
dormitory rooms came equipped with smoke detectors, and put
his lighter in Nicky's face.
"Don't make me kill you," Andrew said.
Nicky held up his hands in self-defense. "I know."
"Do you?"
"Promise," Nicky said weakly.
"I hate that he loves you.”
“He hated it, too,” I say with a laugh that sounds more brittle than I’d like.
Nicasia fixes me with a long look. “No, he didn’t.”
Nicasia and Jude
“Please,” I say to the dirt floor of the brugh, to the earth itself. “I will do
whatever you want. I will give up the crown. I will make any bargain. Just
please fix him. Help me break the curse."
Jude
HIM <3
“It’s you I love,” he says. “I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I
guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all.
Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.”
Cardan
“So, yeah, my people figured that maybe there's something at the back of it all, a creator, a great spirit, and so we say thank you to it, because it's always good to say thank you. But we never built churches. We didn't need to. The land was the church. The land was the religion. The land was older and wiser than the people who walked on it.”
“It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.”
“None of this can actually be happening. If it makes you more comfortable, you could simply think of it as metaphor. Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you — even, perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business, or marriage thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition.
Religions are places to stand and look and act, vantage points from which to view the world.”